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“I Hadn’t Cried in Twenty Years”
Walking through the science museum in Kensington, you stop once more in front of the stack of wrought iron and intricately machined cogs and gears of Mr. Babbage’s computing engine and wonder what he would think of this modern world of vacuum tubes and television. Often, as you’d wander down the marble halls, you’d look…
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“Higher, Orville, Higher!”
The aluminum cooled engine sputtered to life and amid the twangs of warping wings and pings of sweating muslin the airplane took off into the sky. Below, the cow pasture with it’s animal reek and tufts of overgrown grass longing for the same said cows, shrank into a bland smudge from 350 feet above. In…
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Clouds and Atlases
I have a sense that our lives are interconnected. Sometimes small bits of data, floating in the maelstrom of our shifting inner lives, come up to the surface and integrate with our outer selves. The carefully constructed facade of “us” can either crumble or be reinforced with better materials: truth, accurate information, access to our…
The Numinous Cosmos 